Twisted Game

My twisted words  
Wrap around their necks  
Like barbwire  
 
The sharp edges pierce their skin
Bleed, bleed, bleed  
Their screams sweet music
 
Choking as my grip tightens  
Whimpering under my grasp  
I control every breath they take  
 
These broken souls  
Are my trophies  
All stacked in rows  
 
Their tears revive me
Their blood warms me  
Their screams soothe me
 
I bathe in their blood
It seeps into my skin
Nourishing me  
 
It’s fun to play with them
To trick them
To lie  
 
I can intimate their emotions  
So flawlessly  
Like acting out a role
 
I watch them suffer
And copy their pain  
So I can trick another  
 
My smooth words flow  
Caressing their ears  
Like a siren I lure  
 
Wearing an Angel mask
To disguise  
A devil heart
 
These desperate souls  
Fall head over heels  
Into my game  
 
I damage them beyond repair  
Until they beg me
To choke their last breath